The End of Capitalism: Interview of Alex Knight

"I think it’s fair to name the Tea Party, Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin, the Christian Right, etc. parts of a potential neo-fascist movement in the United States. Their words and actions too often encourage attacks on people of color, immigrants, Muslims, LGBT folks, and anyone they don’t see as legitimate members of US society. Ultimately, many in this movement are pushing for a different social system taking power in the United States: one that is more authoritarian, less compassionate, more exploitive of the environment, more militaristic, and based on a mythical return to national glory. This is not a throwback to Nazi Germany. It’s a new kind of fascism, a new American fascism (emphasis: Pinko™). And it’s a serious threat."

Pinko™: Amen Brother! ...And remember: Power to the People!

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How Did it Start?

Someone asked me recently - a nice young lady whom I have correponded with briefly regarding Gurdjieff's brand of esotericism: "How would your revolution start?"

First off let me start off by saying: Many of the contents of this blog might sound a little crazy to the uninitiated. But the truth is: none of it is any crazier than what much of mainstream America believes: than an authoritarian, anthropomorphic 'god' runs a spiritual dictatorship by which one must follow blindly in order to be 'saved'.

Nor is any of it crazier than the things that come out of the mouths of people like Rush Limbaugh, Sarah Palin or anyone on Fox News. While some of it's a bit esoteric, it's nothing that can't be researched and easily digested by anyone with average intelligence. And since many of our readers have a grounding in the esoteric - I don't really imagine that anything here will seem terribly bizarre to them.

Suffice it to say, truth really is stranger than fiction - even when the fiction in question is a Philip K. Dick novel.

The Archetype of 'The Jester' or 'Fool'

Apparently dear reader, I am an avatar for the archetype of 'The Fool' (0, aleph, Loki, Trickster, Green Man, et al.). The jester / genie who peers into the depths of things like some sort of shaman / savant and then tell us the wh0le truth - albeit, veiled in mockery. The problem with being a Fool, is that almost no one ever listens to you or takes you seriously. The great thing about being a Fool is that as a result, you can litterally say almost anything you damned well please because so few are actually paying any attention. The wise however, listen to the Fool very carefully for - if they are truly wise - they know that the Fool's brilliance is infinite - extracting meaning from the vapours of nuance the way a plant soaks up moisture from the soil.

Occasionally a Fool says too much, pisses off a 'king' and loses his head, but such is the lot of the Fool.

It was not until quite recently that I came to terms with my ability to play this role. I always knew I was 'special', but I figured it was some sort of rare, undiagnosed learning disability like Aspergers Syndrome or ADD. Turns out, much of that stuff is simply memetic cybernetics designed to sell you pharmaceuticals and/or therapy sessions. A disease calling itself the cure. Ahh, Capitalsim™!

That stated: The revolution has already started.

That's the cool thing about revolution: As long as there's populist rage to fuel the fires and enough relatively intelligent people who care even a little bit about the world that they live in, the flywheel is always spinning. The trick, of course - as with any feat of architecture or engineering - is properly harnessing the energy, while simultaneously minimizing unintended consequences.
  
This particular incarnation of the revolution probably started with early beat poets and radicals and of course, zenithed in the sixties. Until it was slowly and gradually crushed/co-opted/cajoled by Corporate America™'s increasingly subtle/panoptic grip on the American psyche, which went on throughout the 70s, 80s and 90s - a time period during which the revolution (at times) found itself so drunk on the hedonistic nectar of Babylon that it hardly remembered anything was ever wrong . But when 9/11 hapenned it woke up abruptly. So abrubtly that was immediately put on lockdown during the Bush administration, at which point it went into a self-destructive tailspin brought about by panicked disbeleif at the direction everything was headed.
   

Luckily, it landed safely and found a place to rest and lay dormant so that it could gather strength and figure out a game plan. It was not ressurected again until quite recently (8-8-08), when it was stirred to wakefulness by the sound of more of the Corporataucratic, Bush-era policies that it had warned us about coming home to roost. Briefly, it became 'hopeful' - and by extension - somewhat complacent when Obama took office. But once it saw the same 'business as usual' coming from Washington, it realized that the time was at hand. Thus, between the unemployment rate, AiG, BP, the Tea Party, et al... it has recieved a STRONG influx of (admittedly, largely non-cohesive) social capital.

"Sounds like quite an undertaking, starting a revolution"

People don't start revolutions - revolutions find them. Which is to say: These things have a life of their own. One only need be as commited as the demands of the revolution dictate. In fact, doing anything beyond that is suicidal.

"The Beginning was the End"

This particular revolution started 4-1-10 (April Fool's Day) when The Fool had a conversation with his late father about how interesting it would be if an offshore oil-rig blew up and they couldn't cap the leak. "Then-" he observed, "-the ensuing chaos could be used to generate the political-will necessary to change the way Americans use energy. It would be a terrible environmental catastrophy but - if scientists are right about the potential impact of global warming - it might just save our species from extinction."
  
Apparently, someone or something heard this conversation (probably a Haliburton mole in the NSA - after all, The Fool's father being quite a Fool himself, had once tried to steal arms for the Black Panthers and since The Fool had already tried to start the revolution once or twice before - he was pretty sure they'd both been under surveilance ever since). Sure enough, only 12 days later (4-13-10)... His father was found hanging from a tamarind tree.

"The King is Dead: Long Live the King"

Whether or not his father had in fact secretly been crucified by 'Nova Criminals' shall forever remain a mystery. Either way, it was The Empire that had taken his father's life. The Capitalist Conspiracy and it's gaping post-modern jaws - devouring love, meaning and every other living thing in it's endless quest to comodify our entire planet and beyond. If they could sell us the oxegyn we need to breathe, they would.

So that pretty much settled it for our protagonist - FUCK THEM! This meant war! (and by god, he meant it this time) War on the Corporataucracy. War on Capitalism™. A New Velvet Revolution. A suicidal quest if there ever was one, but so what? It wasn't like he had a job.

Like more than a third of Americans (unemployed, underemployed and otherwise barely making ends meet - but with little or no political power and even less interest in poloitics to do anything about it), he had little better to do than to sit come up with new and interesting ways to revolt. Now he just needed to find the people who were in that same boat and put together a meeting.

SO, here goes:

As a gnostic/atheist raised on science, comic books, secular humanism and periodic exposure to organized religion. The Fool (Pink0™) may never see eye-to-eye with mainstream, fundamentalist Christian America, and certainly not fundamentalist Islam either. The Fool rejects all dogma. However, he will do his best to speak to them the only way he knows how: by hijacking the Judeo-Christion mythos and reinterpreting it through gnostic/secular filters as a symbolic framework for political revolt. This is not unlike what Marcus Garvey did when he propogated the meme known as Rastafarianism. Except that instead, this shall be Lucifarianism (as in: Gnostic/Secular, Christian Mysticism - Scientific Illuminism).

Prometheus Rising

Thus - statecraft being the highest form of magick - my godform shall be Lucifer/Jesus, the light bringer and the light. My planets: Venus & Mercury. My banner is the Green Harlequin (pink and green, pale-blue and red, or yellow and blue depending on the issue at-hand). My symbols are the Green Nautical Star, the Axe, the BP logo,  as well as the Hebrew letters Aleph; Tauv and Shin, The Jester, the dual-dodeca/icosahedron, goats (the other lamb meat), the lion, bulls, bears, buffalo and bison, Gaia, The Whole Earth Catalog, Stuart Brand, cEvin Key, Bob Dylan, The Beast, 66.6, 33.3, 99.9, and a whole slew of others too numerous to list. I am the meta-meme, The Meta-Politician. The reconciler. My sole purpose is to herald the dawn of the coming order.

Thus, I have given myself one year to start a ball rolling. Or: until 6-21-11 - I actually launched on the Summer Solstice (my birthday) - so we're already a few weeks in. Thus, I have about 49 weeks left to gather up enough support for a direct (non-violent) action against 'Lucifer Sam' (aka: the Corporataucracy, or: USSA, the TRUE Beast). Obviously, it might take a little longer, but why not get a jumpstart on the 'Mayan Apocalypse'?

Too bad it's such a foolish quest - I'll probably just get shot hauled off by the gestapo. Besides - chances are, most Americans are too lazy, cowardly, stupid or apathetic to answer the call.

Be Knowin' your Axes (and your Allies)

Fascio - Fascism

Fascio (plural: fasci) is an Italian word literally meaning "fagot" (as in a bundle of sticks), and figuratively "league". During the 19th century, the bundle of rods, in Latin called 'fasces' and in Italian 'fascio', came to symbolize strength through unity, the point being that whilst each independent rod was fragile, as a bundle they were strong. The term was used to refer to political groups of many different (and sometimes opposing) orientations. A number of nationalist fasci later evolved into the 20th century movement known as fascism.

In other words - fascism is an authoritarian/totalitarian political philosophy that puts the well-being of the group (state, party, class) above the well-being of the individual.

Thus, if you thought some racist, homophobic, jingo-spouting right wing fruitcake was a fascist for supporting the Iraq war, you could just call him (or her) a 'faggot' and - semantically - you would be making an accurate literal assesment. The term 'fag' on the other hand - being shorthand for 'faggot', is of course a similar reference to 'bundle of sticks' and as such, is more often used to denote homosexuality.

Obviously, since women don't have sticks, the term 'dyke' was used to instead - an oblique reference the vulva via the use of a levee or a sloped wall designed to to regulate water levels. Thus, any ditch or a drainage field would be considered a 'dyke', as would a Roman aqueduct. Thus, Fags and Dykes built the Roman Empire.

The Axe

Or: 'ax', is an implement that has been used for millenia to shape, split and cut wood, harvest timber, as a weapon and a ceremonial or heraldic symbol. The axe has many forms and specialized uses but generally consists of an axe head with a handle, or helve.

The earliest examples of axes have heads of stone with some form of wooden handle attached (hafted) in a method to suit the available materials and use. Axes made of copper, bronze, iron, steel appeared as these technologies developed.

The axe is an example of a simple machine, as it is a type of wedge, or dual inclined plane. This reduces the effort needed by the wood chopper. It splits the wood into two parts by the pressure concentration at the blade. The handle of the axe also acts as a lever allowing the user to increase the force at the cutting edge—not using the full length of the handle is known as choking the axe. For fine chopping using a side axe this sometimes is a positive effect, but for felling with a double bitted axe it reduces efficiency. Generally cutting axes have a shallow wedge angle, whereas splitting axes have a deeper angle. Most axes are double beveled, i.e. symmetrical about the axis of the blade, but some specialist broadaxes have a single bevel blade, and usually an offset handle that allows them to be used for finishing work without putting the user's knuckles at risk of injury. Less common today, they were once an integral part of a joiner and carpenter's tool kit, not just a tool for use in forestry. A tool of similar origin is the billhook. However in France and Holland the billhook often replaced the axe as a joiner's bench tool.

Most modern axes have steel heads and wooden handles, typically hickory in the US and ash in Europe, although plastic or fiberglass handles are also common. Modern axes are specialized by use, size and form. Hafted axes with short handles designed for use with one hand are often called hand axes but the term hand axe refers to axes without handles as well. Hatchets tend to be small hafted axes often with a hammer on the back side ( the poll). As easy to make weapons, axes have frequently been used in combat.

The root of “axe” in the literal sense of “tool for chopping” is the Old English “aex” from a Germanic root with descendants in several other languages. The variant spelling “ax” was the more popular until the 19th century, but “axe” now seems more popular. Since few of us still chop our own firewood, the most common use of “axe” today is probably in the phrase “to get the axe” meaning “to be fired or dismissed” in allusion to the effects of the executioner’s axe in pre-cubicle days.

As is often the case with bladed weapons such as knives, swords or daggers, the AXE is also a metaphor for a sharp mind. And since it is not tied in a bundled with other sticks, but rather stands alone - it is also a symbol for the power if individual autonomy and self actualization.

Axe as Guitar

Kiss, of course, is a dinosaur-rock band beloved by twelve-year olds, and the band name is not normally capitalized (except by their fans, who capitalize pretty much everything they type).

The use of “axe” as slang for a musical instrument dates back to 1955, i.e., in the edenic pre-Kiss days. Legend has it that the instrument to which “axe” was first applied however, was not the guitar, but rather the saxophone. The logic may have been simply the “sax/axe” rhyme, but another theory ties “axe” to the “swing” of a jazz sax player in full stride. “Axe” was also later applied to the trumpet before becoming accepted as slang for the guitar, a use which has probably persisted in part because of the instrument’s resemblance to an actual axe.

The piece of crap Made in China™ toy pictured above is of course a video-game controller for a popular KISS™ related game or some such. KISS™, of course, is a dinosaur-rock band beloved by twelve-year olds, and the band name is not normally capitalized (except by their fans, who are known to occasionally capitalize pretty much everything we type).

Axe™

Axe™ ia a line of toxic-waste like products - produced, marketed and distributed by Corporate America™, that not only successfully depletes the ozone layer, but also kills thousands of baby bunnies every time it's used by another horny teenage boy caught in the deadly grips of a quasi-porno-esque ad-campaign.

Titties

The term 'titties' of course has little to do with axes at all. However, sometimes older women are called 'battle axes' if they're not very nice. Unless they have nice titties in which case they are called 'cougars'. I don't make these memes up folks I just propagate them,

The breasts of a male or female can be called 'titties'. However, the female breast can also be called any of the following:

APPLES; BALCONY BALLOONS; BANGERS; BAZONGAS; BAZOOMS; BEAN BAGS; BIG BROWN EYES; BON-BONS; BOOBIES; BOOBS; BOTTLES; BOULDERS; BULLETS; BUMPERS; BUSTERS; BUMPER BUSTERS; BUTTERBAGS; CANTELOUPES; GAZONGAS; GLANDS; GLOBES; GRAPEFRUITS; GUAVAS; HANDFULLS; HAND-WARMERS; HEADERS; HEADUGHTS; HILLS; HONKERS; HOOTERS; HOWITZERS; JABOOS; JIBS; JUGS; JUMBOS; KAZONGAS; KNOBS; KNOCKERS; LACTOIDS; LOAVES; LOBLOLLIES; LOVE; BUBBLES; BAUBBLES; LOVE MUFFINS; LULUS; LUNGS; MAMMETS; MAMS; MANGOES; MEATBALLS; MEAT; LOAVES; MELONS; MILK; CANS; MILK; SHOP; MOUNDS; MOUNT OF ULIES; MOUNTAINS; MUFFINS; MULLIGANS; MURPHIES; NANCIES; NATURE'S FONTS; NIBLETS; NINNIES; NIPPERS; NODULES; NOOGIES; NUBBIES; NUTS; ORANGES; ORBS; OTTOMANS; PAIR PALOOKAS; PAPAYAS; PAPS; PEACHES; PEAKS; PEARS; PECTS; PEEPERS; PILLOWS; PIPS; POKERS; PONTOONS; POTATOES; PUMPKINS; PUMPS; RIB CUSHIONS; ROUNDIES; SANDBAGS; SCONES; SCOOPS; SET; SHAKERS; SHIMMIES; SKIN SACKS; SNUGGLE PUPS; SPHERES; SPUDS; STACKS; STUFFING; SWEATER MEAT; SWEET ROLLS; SWINGERS; TAMALES; TETONS; TIDBITS; TITS; TITTERS; TOMATOES; TOOTERS; TORPEDOES; TWANGERS; TWIN PEAKS; TWOFERS; UMLAUTS; UPPER DECK WALDOS; WARHEADS; WARTS; WATERMELONS; WHOPPERS; WOBBLERS; WONGAS; YABBOS; YAMS; ... or: ZEPPELINS

Notice that almost all of these terms happen to correspond to products that are available to the American consumer. Thus, Capitalists have been embedding sexist messages in our language for a very very long time. Since I believe that breasts should - pardon the expression - stand on their own (be autonomous, or free from associations with products or commodities), I have every intention of henceforth simply referring to them simply as 'AXEs'!

Thus, roughly translated, "Yo girl, lemme axe you a question" means:"Titties!"

And no, that is not racist!

I'm Board (not the Pawn) - On: 'Lucifarianism'

"I'm bored... I'm the chairman of the bored"

               -Iggy Pop

Poor Iggy is seeking adventure...

Adventure you say?

You are in luck Iggy!

Everyone is! Because it turns out that much like our friend Iggy (Whore that he is), Pink0™ is what is known in certain circles as a PURE FOOL!  As is: Absolute Zero (0) and - as such - specializes in FUN!

That's right, F-U-N!

What sort of fun?

Well all sorts of fun! - Though Pink0™ still can't really juggle, he has no shortage of crazy ideas, wild speculations, existential conundrums and cosmic coincidences to share with anyone foolish enough to listen. Let's get the party started shall we?

Here's a crazy idea:

Let's start a REVOLUTION!
(Yeah, Yeah yeah... What comes around goes around... It goes `round and around and around, we know - but where will it stop? - Fool only knows)

That's right a RE-EVOLUTION. (Hats off to DEVO)  

That's right a RE-EVOLUTION 

We must reintroduce GREEN to the political spectrum so that it may stick there like a thorn in The Man's™ fat side. Once the pig's heart is bleeding appropriately (as ours have apparently been doing all this time), we shall fill our collective cups, raise our glass and drink to a new dawn together.

Gurdjieff was mistaken, mis-informed, or grossly mis-interpreted by modern minds - It was not the MOON, nor the SUN who stole our dreams and wishes - who tried to steal our souls - nay, it was the tangled webs that are woven by the Weaver in his endless quest to ensnare ME! The Wyld! The Green Man! The Sacred Chao! That undifferentiated, transcendental source of power from whence he, himself (and everything else) sprang!

Weaver's weapon is the word. For 'The pen is mightier' (and all that jazz). Weaver would have you believe that he is a nice guy... Bullshit!

He is the 'red emporer' - Mars - the god of war, subterfuge and deception. But his days are numbered and his reign - that which Jupiter allotted him - is finite. For I and I alone - Lucifer - have power over the Wyrm.

Ever notice that 'Lunatic' and 'Politic' have the same suffix? It seems unlikely that this signifies an etymological link - at least not a 'causal' one... However: the phrase "Lunatic fringe" was apparently coined in 1913 by U.S. politician Theodore Roosevelt. And 'lunatic soup' was Australian slang circa 1933 for an "alcoholic drink" or 'cocktail'. Crazy!

It is not our mother, Gaia that the Wyrm seeks to devour! For that is another lie (pattern / distortion) propogated by the insidious Weaver's madness and his insatiable lust to deceive the mind as to the true nature of the soul. It is the very Weaver himself that the Wyrm seeks - has always sought... nay, was built - to devour! 

Fuck the Weaver! May he putrefy in the decay of his own insane devising. May he fester in the madness that he projects upon the world around him.

"No right, no wrong, you're selling a song - a name... A whisper game... 'Sell me sell you', promises... Dive down deep down, deeper than You."

               -Heart: Barracuda

Thats right, dive down... Dive down deep, cause here comes a WAVE!

Love is upon us! Lucifer Rises!

With Rainbows and Unicorns and Dolphins for ALL! - Lucifer Rises!

And in addition to his uncanny ability to self-parody, I and I (Pink0™ / Lucifer) bring to the table a superior magickal technique! An unstoppable memetic power that can be used to untangle any word-net, spring any logic-trap and otherwise twist-away any 'gates of steel'.

What is Lucifarianism?

'Lucifer' is a Latin word (from the words lucem ferre), literally meaning "light-bearer", which in the Latin language was used as the name for the appearance of the planet Venus at dawn, heralding the coming of the daylight. Use of the word in this sense is uncommon in English, in which "Day Star", "Morning Star" or simply "Venus" are more common conventions. In English, "Lucifer" generally refers to "The Devil" - a fictitious boogeyman of the Christian religious tradition. However, the name is never applied to him in the New Testament. The use of the name "Lucifer" in reference to a fallen angel stems from an obscure, fundamentalist interpretation of: Isaiah 14:3–20, a passage which references a particular Babylonian King, to whom it gives the title of "Day Star", "Morning Star" (in Latin, lucifer), as 'fallen' or 'destined to fall' from the sky. In: 2 Peter 1:19 (and elsewhere), the same Latin word 'lucifer' is used to refer to the Morning Star (Venus), with no relation to 'the devil'. However, in post-New Testament times the Latin word 'Lucifer' has often been used as a name for the devil, both in religious writing and in fiction.

A more enlightened interpretation of the word 'lucifer' however, is the symbolic concept of 'torch bearer' - like in The Olympics. But it's no accident that fundamentalist Christians use the wrong word - a word meaning Venus, the planet of love - to decribe their devil. This is the secret, underlying doctrine of Christianity, which is (of course):

"If you fuck with the state, we will nail you to a tree."

This is how the establishment demonizes, victimizes, crucifies and otherwise undermines creativity, social justice, artistry, quality workmanship, or anything else that eats into their Capitalist™ profit-margins. If you are 'green', you had better look damned good in a tux and be ready to live in a densely populated urban area - because outside of Hollywood (and certain parts of New York) - there's not much work out there for what the establishment considers society's 'Fools'.

Paradise Lost

Like much of modern, mainstream Christianity's cartoon psuedo-theology, this idea of Lucifer as 'the devil' - as well as much of he imagery associated with the characyer - are attributable primarily to Milton's Paradise Lost. The Dan Brown of his day, John Milton was an English poet, author, polemicist, Puritan and civil servant for the Commonwealth of England... In other words, he was an establishment stooge, the Queen's Bitch and a huge supporter of the Church.

No longer will douchbag political pundits, religious leaders, politicians and businessmen sit at lofty pulpits of fake power - legal fictions - passing abject judgement on those less fortunate and spouting nonsense about 'fiscal responsibility' and 'trickle down' economics. For they are neither fiscally responsible nor do they let a single drop trickle down. The contradiction is obvious: You can't have it both ways.

This exquisite painting by pop artist Robert Williams is a perfect example of the tropist propoanda that the "right" uses to paint us Greens and Socialists in a negative light. Tongue ever firmly planted in his cheek, Williams painstakingly hand renders this beautifully in rich oils on wood. Williams, it should be noted has pointed out on several occasions that humans are in-essence, 'worms' or: 'time-tubes'.

The Weavers of the world are fucks. Bullshit artists - plain and simple. Communist or Capitalist, they are always red... Murderous, warmongering, meat-eating, lying, punditing , profiteering, puss-filled, fucknuts. Their greed is the outward expression of their cowardice and the fear that they project on the world with their witch hunts and their villainization and demonization of anything that does not fit withing their tightly ordered, cubby-hole like, right-angled minds. But again, we must forgive them for they know not what they do... So infected they are with the virus of the mind known as 'rational self interest'.

Chop `em down, chop, chop `em down.

Innocultate against the dreaded mind virus

And that is our weapon: A scythe... An AXE, if you will... Not your typical, blunt, proletariat working mans tool, but the tool of a woodsman. For we are like political park-rangers. Sailors on the high seas of social science. Thus, we need our tool: A razor sharp BS detector. With it we will surgically disect their arguments and - upon finding the offensive cancer of greed/avarice - call it out by name. For we are the demon destroyers, the meme hunters, the Nova Cops, the Bladerunners, an entire league of badass renegade armchair intellectuals extrordinaire.

And by god we mean business!

That's AXE as-in: a metaphor for a razor sharp mind. Not to be confused with: Axe™, a toxic-waste like product that not only successfully depletes the ozone layer, but also kills thousands of baby bunnies every time it's used by another horny teenage boy caught in the deadly grips of a quasi-porno-esque ad-campaign.

Thus, we have formed MetÅlvX - The order of the sacred Hårlequin.

You can find us at http://metalvx.org ... but don't bother looking there, the door only appears (much less opens) for those worthy enough to seek it. I have no idea who or if anyone uses that domain name... Truth be told, it hardly even matters. MetÅlvX still stands. A testament to TRUTH. A paragon of enlightenment ideals. Like a gleaming temple of light. With or without a DNS entry. The Ghost in the Machine.

MetÅlvX still stands. Like a gleaming temple of light.

Seek and ye shall find.

We have decipered the red devil's savage meme and decoded the Bullshit of Babylon™. That vampiric whore. We feast on her blood just as she drinks of the blood of the saints.

Babylon™... We feast on her blood just as she drinks of the blood of the saints.

We are Superscribe. Mind hackers. Deadly memetecists. Brutally honest ninjas of the night. A Populist CIA for the Masses. Shiva at the mutherfuckin foosball table. And we exist for the sole purpose of leveling the playing field, keeping it level... And kicking the epistemological crap out of anyone who would seek to tilt the board in their favor.

Square, zero-sum marble games always sucked ass anyway.